Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.